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Life can be so strange when you're standing in the middle of it all
but so wonderful at the same time

Watching the motions
tracing the lines
Each day I find
it leads to inside

Sow what is spoken
thread what is open
never stop hoping
for what's up in the sky

I can't tell you
what's up ahead
but I can show you how it is
to face the fear instead

What's the cost of letting go of doubt and believing in yourself?
It's shedding off the skin of another that tries to bind your spirit
A bitter thought is cast aside if you let the heart guide you
That's why I won't waste my time
Or my flesh
Or my blood
On the pains of the petty lies

I can't change the fact
paths have been lain and walked across the earth before me
It's an original act
the notes seem the same but their blend makes a different story


I'm so tired of sleeping
wired in dreaming
someone please pull the chord
and bring me back home

Call singularity
combine divine polarities
Grant me the clarity
I don't plan to walk alone
**FadedFate**
 Nov 2014 Grace Pickard
Tryst
As I pond-
      er the stream
              Of life, I brook
                       Our oceans
             Lost, our rivers
        Unexplored, estuaries
   Untravelled, tributaries
      Unseen; our courses
  Diverged,              our ways
Parted like                  the Red Sea,
    We drifted                on the tides
   Like ships                caught on waves
Carried on                   torrid floods,
     Riding the             cascading torrents
       Over strange      uncharted waters,
       And yet if our     paths ever flow
             To meet in some channel
                   On a distant shore,
                       Expect no tears,
                            No weeping,
                                  I won't cry
                                        You a river
the stars crowned you theirs; gave a constellation as your crown and i don't think you're coming home just yet. up there it's just me, you, the cough syrup pacing in our veins and the tears we both know you're holding back;we went from scraping our knees to scraping the ice from our eyelashes. punching holes in the night sky and the sheets on your side of the bed have gone cold. in a few minutes i'll find you in the alleyway between your flat and mine; tucked away in a dumpster because you only matter in space
all my nightmares escape my head
As I look up, as I do every night. My thoughts,my heart are...where. I know.  Looking up to the sky. As I do. I can't help but to...think, wonder. Are they there, looking back at me ? I SO hope so
Thoughts of my SON and OTHERS that I miss, too much
I enjoy the perpetual blanket of unrefined cotton clouds snug tight against the night turned day, grey and unrelenting.

There is a thin film layer then
in between ~

     Me.               Myself.        &          Eye.


If I blink real hard and purposeful, I'm sure it would all dissipate....

Pin-popped balloons always do....
Sitting outside. My black leather coat has seamed to have shrunk....
Be brave
You already are
Look what you survived through
The wounds of your past have closed
The seemingly endless chapter ended
The dark bruises faded lightly
The battle left you scarred
And your still here
Be brave
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